Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell | ||
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II. I WOULD NOT SHRINK.
I would not shrink if some dear ghost,
One of the dead's unnumbered host,
Should rise in silence of the night,
Shrined in an aureole of light,
And pale as snowdrop in the frost.
One of the dead's unnumbered host,
Should rise in silence of the night,
Shrined in an aureole of light,
And pale as snowdrop in the frost.
No! if the brother loved and lost
For me the silent river crossed,
For me left worlds all fair and bright,
I would not shrink!
For me the silent river crossed,
For me left worlds all fair and bright,
I would not shrink!
Oh, if I gauge my heart aright,
Dear would the dead be to my sight;
A vision from the other coast,
Of one on earth I cherished most,
Would be a measureless delight:
I would not shrink!
Dear would the dead be to my sight;
A vision from the other coast,
Of one on earth I cherished most,
Would be a measureless delight:
I would not shrink!
Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell | ||